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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.