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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.