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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.