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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.