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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.