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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
John Cale,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.