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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel 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?
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.