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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Ossler,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.