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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
This Heat,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.