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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.