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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.