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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
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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.