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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Visage,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.