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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.