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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.