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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Skaos to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.