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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.