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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Schoolly D 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.