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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.