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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.