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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
the Association,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.