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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.