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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.