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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.