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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.