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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 John Lydon 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Visage,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.