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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.