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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.