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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Television,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.