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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.