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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 theremin 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.