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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.