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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.