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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.