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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Fear,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.