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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.