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 San Marino 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
the Normal,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.