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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.