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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.