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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Nico,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.