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 Yemen 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Scion,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.