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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.