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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.