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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.