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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.