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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.