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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Symarip to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.