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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.