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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 DNA 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.