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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
New Order,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.