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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.