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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.