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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
X-102,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.