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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Audionom,
Can,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.