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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.