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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.