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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.