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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.