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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.