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 France and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.