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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Television,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.