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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.