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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.