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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.