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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.