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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.