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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.