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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Magazine to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Faust,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.