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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Ituana,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.