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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Connie Case 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.