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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.