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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 Manchester and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.