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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.