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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
UT,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.