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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.