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 Congo 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.