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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swans to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Swans,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.