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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.