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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.