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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Mars,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.