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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.