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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.