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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.