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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.