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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.