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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.