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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.