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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.