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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.