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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Mars,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.