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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.