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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.