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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.