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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.