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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.