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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.