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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Magma,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.