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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.