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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Selecter 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.