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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.