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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.