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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.