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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.