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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.