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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.