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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.