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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Fortunes to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Can,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Shoche,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.