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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.