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 South Africa 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.