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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Unwound,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.