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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.