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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Inner City to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.