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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.