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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.