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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.