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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.