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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
ABC,
Echospace,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.