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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.