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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Brick 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.