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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.