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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
UT,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Moebius,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Pole,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.