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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.