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 Bangladesh 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.