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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
The Doors,
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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.