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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.