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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.