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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.