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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.