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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.