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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Kayak,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.