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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.