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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.