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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.