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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.