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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.