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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.