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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.