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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.