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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.