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 Guinea 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 K-Klass 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.