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 Togo and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Infiniti,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.