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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.