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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.