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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.