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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.