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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.