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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.