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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Nico,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.