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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.