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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay 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 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.