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 Cyprus 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Franke,
June Days,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.