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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.