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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.