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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.