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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Television,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.