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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.