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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Organ,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.