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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.