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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.