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 Costa Rica 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.