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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.