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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Shoche to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.