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 Grenada 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.