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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.