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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.