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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.