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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.