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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
cv313,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.