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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.