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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Can,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.