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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.