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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
JFA,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.