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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu 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?
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.