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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.