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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.