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 Yemen 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.