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 Libya 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.