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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.