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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
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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.