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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.