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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.