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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.