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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Interpol,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.