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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.