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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.