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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.