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 Vietnam 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.