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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.