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 Tonga 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.