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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.