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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.