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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.