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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Mars,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.