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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.