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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Cymande,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.