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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.