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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.