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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.