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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.