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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.