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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Brand Nubian 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.