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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.