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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.