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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.