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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.