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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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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.