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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters 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?
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Organ,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.