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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.