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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.