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 Jamaica 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 New Order 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.