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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.