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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
The Names,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.