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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.