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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.