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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.