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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.