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 Serbia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.