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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 Columbus and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.