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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.