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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Darondo to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.