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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.