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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
The Slits,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.