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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.