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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.