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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Symarip to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.