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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Surgeon 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.