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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.