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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.