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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.