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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Magazine,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.