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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Connie Case 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.