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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.