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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.