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 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.