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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.