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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.