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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.