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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.