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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.