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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.