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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.