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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.