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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.