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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.