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 Australia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Mars,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.