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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.