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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.