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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
AZ,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.