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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.