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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.