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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.