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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.