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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Star Department to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
AZ,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.