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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.