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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.