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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.