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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.