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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.