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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Slave,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.