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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.