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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.