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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.