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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.