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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.