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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.