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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.