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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
MC5,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Quantec,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.