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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II 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?
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.