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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Lalann,
Television,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.