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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.