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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 CMW to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.