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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Q65,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.