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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.