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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.