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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Index,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.