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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.