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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Mars,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.