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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.