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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Skriet,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
UT,
Marmalade,
CMW,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
The Martian,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.