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 Sweden 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.