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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.