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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.