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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Japan,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.