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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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?
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Slave,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.