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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.