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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Rekid,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.