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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.