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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.