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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.