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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Black Dice to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.