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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.