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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Nas,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.