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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.