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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.