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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.