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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.