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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.