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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.