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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Fear,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Gong,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.