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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.