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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.