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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
X-101,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Wire,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Scion,
X-102,
MC5,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
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.