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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.