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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.