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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Slackers to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.