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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.