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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
The Litter,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.