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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.