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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.