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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
JFA,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.