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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.