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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Excepter,
The Names,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.