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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.