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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.