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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Moleskins to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.