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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.