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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.