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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.