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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.