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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.