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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Jandek,
EPMD,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Magma,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.