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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.