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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.