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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Jandek,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Flipper,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.