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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
MDC,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.