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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.