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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.