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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Todd Terry to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.