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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Hashim,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.