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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 808 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
The Cure,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.