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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Quantec,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.