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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.