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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.