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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.