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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.