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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo 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.