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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.