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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.