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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn 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 punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.