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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Wings,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.