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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.