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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
UT,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
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.