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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.