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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.