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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.