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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.