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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.