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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.