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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.