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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.