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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.