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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Index to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.