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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.