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 China and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.