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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.