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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.