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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
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.