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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
PIL,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.