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 Sri Lanka 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.