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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
UT,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.