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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.