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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.