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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Oneida,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.