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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Magma,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.