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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.