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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.