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 London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.