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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.