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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.