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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.