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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.