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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.