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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.