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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.