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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.