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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.