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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.