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 France and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 David Axelrod 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.