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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Roxette,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.