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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.