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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 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 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Television,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.