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 Palau and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.