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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
PIL,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.