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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.