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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.