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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.