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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.