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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.