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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.