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 Panama and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.