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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.