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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.