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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.