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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.