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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.