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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.