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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Jandek to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.