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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
CMW,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.