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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Index,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.