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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.