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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Liliput 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.