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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.