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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.