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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.