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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.