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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.