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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.