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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.