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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.