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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.