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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.