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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.