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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.