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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.