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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.