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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.