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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.