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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.