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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.