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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.