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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.