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 Georgia and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Darondo,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.