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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.