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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.