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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
ABC,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.