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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Faust,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Television,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.