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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.