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 Mauritania 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.