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 Malawi 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.