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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Ronan to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.