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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.