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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.