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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Albert Ayler 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.