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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.