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 Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Crime,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.