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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.