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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pylon 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.