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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.