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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.