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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Mummies to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.