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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.