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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.