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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.