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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.