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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.