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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
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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.