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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.