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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.