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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Cluster to the rock 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.