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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.