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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.