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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.