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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.