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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.