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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Index,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.