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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.