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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.