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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.