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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.