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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.