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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.