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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.