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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Visage,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
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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.
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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.