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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.