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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.