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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.