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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
the Association,
Liliput,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.