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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.