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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.