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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.