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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.