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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.