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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Inner City,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.