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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.