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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Franke to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.