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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Fall to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.