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 Iran and from London.
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 Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.