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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.