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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.