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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.