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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
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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.