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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.