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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Sex Pistols 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s 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 Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
a-ha,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.