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 Grenada and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.