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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Index,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.