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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.