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 Gambia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.