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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.