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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Television,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.