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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 marimba 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.