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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.