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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.