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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
June Days,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.