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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.