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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neon Judgement 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.