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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.