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 Madagascar and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Q65,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.