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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.