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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
PIL,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.