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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Motorama,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.