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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.