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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.