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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Can,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.