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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.