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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.