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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
X-101,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.