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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.