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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.