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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.