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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.