Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Rekid,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.