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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.